Showing posts with label best of 2019. Show all posts
Showing posts with label best of 2019. Show all posts

Friday, February 7, 2020

Best of 2019, part 3; craft categories

And now the part we've all been waiting for (wherein 'we' means me and 'have been waiting for' means 'have been putting off or unable to do because of other work'): that blessed moment of the year where I get to sing all of you sweet songs about weeping cellos, oozing prosthetic fantasias, and alphabet sets sutured together with white midnight lights. I am talking, of course, about all the movie stuff that everyone needs but never gets the amount of ink it deserves: the crafts! Do you love Star Wars? What kind of movie would it be without the loudest and most jubilant opening score in movie history? You say you want to watch Marvel movies? Where would you be without the army of patient artists spending hours of their life casually animating realistic Incredible Hulk dick physics? We don't have movies without all the people below the line, their names lighting up empty theaters after we've all ducked out of the credits. Well, the hell with that. I deeply, deeply love these parts of moviemaking, and what's more, I love writing about them more than all other parts. Don't ask me why I liked a screenplay or a performance, but please ask me what my favorite dress in Little Women was, or why I want the makeup crew for Us to do all my Halloween looks. Ask me these questions every time you see me, and I will be your very best friend. Until you see me next, however, allow me to take a minute (or many minutes) of your time to regale you with all the movie details that I loved this year. And there were so many of them, so get ready for me to be really goddamn positive.

In interest of putting a face on some of these things, I've added some visuals to the lists. They should enlarge when you click on them, but I make no promises, as my technical skills are less than garbage.

Note: I didn't include pictures or videos for film editing or the sound categories, because I don't really know how to capture film editing compellingly in a way that didn't wast either my time or yours, and I don't have the resources to make audio clips for the sound categories (which I would love to do every year #soundeditingforever).


Production Design
5. Shadow-monochrome yin-yang fantasies, a perpetually cold and dripping world, everything falling off a jet black cliff at sharp angles.
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4. The Lighthouse-much credit has been given to another film whose sets were famously built from scratch (which we'll certainly get to in a moment), but less has been said about the equally mind-boggling achievement of construction for The Lighthouse, in which everything you see on screen was physically constructed for the movie. It's a proper little maritime hell, full of coal dust and fetid mattresses, pocketed by walls built to let the wind in.


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3. 1917-gets that the world needs to feel like a primordial hellscape, all mud and bones and rats trapped in coiled wires. It's somewhat rare to get a war movie that feels as lived-in and as resolutely hideous as this one.


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2. Midsommar-incredible detail on each wall, an entire history of sunny sacrifice and ursine frolics on every surface, combined with those malevolent arches and the ubiquitous and unknowable Great Big Yellow Triangle.



1. Parasite-the biggest design story of the year, when it was revealed that all of the spaces in this movie, from the massive Kim home to the entire (floodable) street on which the Parks live, were built from scratch for the movie. That wouldn't be as impressive as it is, of course, if the spaces themselves aren't the character-defining horror opuses that they are--the Kim house's cube monstrosities and the grey sewage chains that float that linger in the walls of the Park apartment.


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Honorable mention: the wonderfully over-decorated murder mystery mansion of Knives Out

Costume Design
5. Little Women-beautiful character work here, tracking Emma Watson's fancy/not-fancy/fancy-but-apologetic finery, Florence Pugh's growth from resident chaos spirit/foot model to debutante, and Saoirse Ronan's vaguely mannish anti-marriage duds.
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4. Shadow-again, totally astounding what this movie accomplishes with its colorless palette-dragon armor, mentally unstable robes, and peasant guerilla chic.

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3. Hustlers-a decade's worth of finery for multiple colliding worlds--the pop performative panache of the club, the undercover evening gown armor when out on the take, and that fur coat. Plus, SWIMONA.
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2. Dolemite is My Name-Zany, bordering on totally insane work here. The colors like an unhinged easter basket! The hats the size of several planets! Garish and vibrant peacockish and strangely practical--a color wheel rioting across the highway.
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3. Booksmart-'the costumes are the jokes' is an *extremely* difficult concept to land, but Booksmart manages to let its audience know exactly who and what they're dealing with every time we see a new outfit, while still managing to be one of the funniest parts of the movie. And what costumes! Who wouldn't want to go out for a night on the town in one of those navy jumpsuits, or the dresses that look like they were bedazzled by the devil, or the slinky vintage murder mystery gown with the plunging neckline, or a Jareds, Jareds all the way down T-shirt?


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Honorable mention: festive murder-wear and the massive May Queen dress in Midsommar

Visual Effects
5. 1917--subtle but essential: all the planes, tanks, explosions, and nightmares stretching into infinity needed--as well as all the careful painting to remove all the film-making apparatuses--to create the look the movie's going for. 

4. Ad Astra-atmosphere swan dives, moon fights, mars launches, and edge-of-the-system man caves--everything you need to sort out your daddy issues in space.

3. Godzilla: King of the Monsters-I'm sorry, like I'm not gonna get real excited about watching Godzilla slap King Ghidorah with an entire city? I can only be who I am, and who I am loves watching big ol' monsters slap each other in glorious HD.

2. Detective Pikachu-I was initially skeptical about this movie's look, but the finished project ended up with just the right combination of cuddliness, plausibility, and the sweet sweet dreams of a 10-year old me.

1. Avengers: Endgame-Was there any other choice? It's a bit of a week year for this category, but that doesn't mean the capper for (this part of) the Avengers era is any less deserving of the accolades. There's so much muchness, but it's always legible and, at its best, kind of breathtaking.


Honorable mention: I dunno, the spaceships, I guess, in Star Wars: Episode IX--The Rise of Skywalker

Makeup and Hairstyling
5. Captain Marvel-another vaguely underpopulated category this year, but I'll make some room for the crunchy popcorn skrull effects. Brie Larson's 90s feathering, and Annette Bening's functional computer haircuts.

4. Judy-I'll admit that it is fully weird that we're two in and I've yet to find something I'm super passionate about? Maybe I haven't looked hard enough, or maybe it's an off year. But sure, I'll pay my respects to Judy's Judy transformation.

3. Us-Now we're getting somewhere! Minimalist work, but extremely effective, delineating the lines between under/over-worlders, helping us (heh) track the differences between the characters and their doppelgänger while drawing our eye to all-too-present similarities.

2. Midsommar-Do I have this hear just for those horrific exploding falling old people heads? I mean, it's part of it, but that would discount the last-act corpse arts and crafts, the body-altering arts and crafts that look like they've been cobbled together by a child with a passion for interior design, the other great gore moments, the incest prosthetics, and all the festive braids.

1. 1917-it's strange--gore, wounds, and other horror elements are one of the most fundamental things movie makeup delivers on the regular, but it's the aspect of makeup that least frequently gets rewarded (at least in the face of old-age makeup, celebrity impersonation makeup, and heavy prosthetics). So I'm thrilled that a movie like 1917--for which gore makeup is absolutely essential--is getting some recognition. My favorite thing about this movie is the tangible, corporeal rot and filth of it all--everything is bodies and open wounds and blood and dirt mixing together into some kind of inescapable slime. And then imagine having to make sure that, since the movie pretends to take place in real time, you have to keep those effects looking completely continuous for the entire movie. Add in the subtle work to imply exhaustion as the movie goes on, and you've got a worthy winner.

Honorable mention: natty period dos in Little Women

Note: I feel like I should mention why I kept Bombshell out of this category, as everyone who sees that movie talks about its (soon to be Oscar-winning) makeup. Simply put--I don't know what we gain from making the characters look so much like their real-life counterparts. Sure, it's well done (or not, as John Lithgow/Roger Ailes kind of looks like Jabba the Hutt....which, ok, maybe is well done after all), but to what end? Do we really get more from this movie because Charlize Theron looks so much like Megyn Kelly? So yes, the technique is impressive, but I'm not sure it served the movie--or at least it didn't serve my experience of the movie, and this is my party, so here we are.

Film Editing
5. Synonyms-hope you're not tired of me talking about how this movie looks and feels wild and unique, cuz here I go again! The pacing of this film is so bizarre (in a good way), scenes spilling into and over each other and then off the screen with seemingly little guidance, everything cut to the relentless rhythm with which the main character rattles off his synonym lists.

4. Little Women-does a stellar job of sorting through the film's two periods and jumping between all of its major storylines, keeping all of the plates happily spinning without losing the audience.

5. Hustlers-knows when to pile on the energy and when to dial down again to take a breath. The multiple montage moments (being friends with Ramona, drugging guys, etc.) are all phenomenal.

2. Uncut Gems-This movie wants to punish you with tension, it wants you to feel sick to your stomach--and the edit is how it gets there. Uncut Gems goes from 0-100 in all of ten seconds and knows to never take its foot off the gas.

1. Parasite-arguably the high-wire act of the year, in which comedy, drama, and horror are all wound together into a candy-colored tripwire and tossed out in front of an unsuspecting audience. Each scene--even the quietest ones--manage to seem a little breathless, a little manic, as each moment stacks on top of the one before it until the whole jenga tower falls in one unholy cacophony. 

Honorable mention: the languid, vaguely upsetting rhythms of Transit

Cinematography
5. 1917-Points, I suppose, for the degree of difficulty, but I'm more interested in the shifting shadows and colors of the night run, the way the sunrise pops, or how face drained of color fade into the wood, or the obsessive kinetic movement that all but knocks actors down in the final battle scenes.

4. The Lighthouse-like a series of haunted daguerrotypes, all dank and perilous squares, greys shot through with a hateful wight light.

3. Synonyms-A movie whose visual appeal is exceptionally difficult to capture in a picture or gif, as it's all about motion--the way that the camera tears the city apart looking for something, anything, the way characters, objects, locations drift in and out of the frame, and never exactly where you'd expect. It's the way the visuals mirror the main character's belief that the Seine is a test, and looking at the river's famously beautiful banks will keep you from discovering the truth about Paris, and so you have to avert your eyes from everything that you're expected to see.

2. Atlantics-the sea, a solemn verdigris affair, the club, all green fireflies easily scattered, and the rest world, trapped in an ochre haze.

1. The Last Black Man in San Francisco-life through a lens--or a few lenses, really--everything color and softness and fantasy, and time speeds up and slows down however we want it to, holding gilded age where and when it can, even when its pillow-eyes catch catch on a rusted nail or a pile of dead fish.

Honorable mention: the alternating warm and perilous real-life tableau in Honeyland

Original Score
5. Atlantics-an unnerving and unsettling (or maybe resettling) synth soundscape from first time composer Fatima Al Qadiri--a perfect lilting elegy woven into the sea.

4. Parasite-a strangely under-celebrated element of the movie that's totally integral to its success. The Vivaldi strings chase the onscreen characters like cackling little shoulder devils.

3. Uncut Gems-an 80s educational video meets an 80s drug-fueled trip through space and smashes together into this utterly bananas mix of chanting, drums, electronica, and madness.

2. Monos-I know I've said it before, but Mica Levi has to be the most talented and/or innovative composer working in movies now, right? Just listen this movie's mix of whistles, flutes, wind sounds, low strings, and screaming electronic sounds. The result is something that feels like the voice of nature itself--the mist-bedecked mountains crying to the child soldiers scampering about them. This was almost my #1 pick (and I did have it there for most of the year, and I almost changed it back right now just listening to some of the tracks), so definitely don't miss checking this music out. (The movie itself is...good? I respect it more than I like it. Don't watch it if you're not interested in watching a whole bunch of kids die.)

1. The Last Black Man in San Francisco-ultimately, though, I couldn't give it to anything but this, one of the most beautiful compositions for movies in this (and plenty of other) years. This score has so many voices--sometimes it's lush and open, sometimes it's nothing but a few furious woodwinds chirping at each other. The vocal and choral selections are out of this world, and when everything coalesces--. It's something else. Really, this whole album should be in your playlist, but since I can't put all 26 tracks here, I will say I am extremely fond of the progression of "They lost the house?" into "Rock Fight," building, crescendoing, and then dropping all in the space of three-ish minutes.
(this takes you to a playlist that will play both of these tracks back to back. And if, y'know, you just let the playlist keep going, what harm will that do?)

Honorable mention: periennial not-bride bridesmaid Thomas Newman's propulsive work in 1917

Sound Mixing
5. Little Women-whole worlds evoked sonically, the throaty gasps of empty houses, resentment scraping across the ice, the impersonal everywhere-ness of the big city contrasted with the open sounds of The World We Wanted--and everywhere the girls' voices, tying the threads together by virtue of their own constant voiced thereness.

4. Hustlers-this could have gotten in just on its most notable sound flourishes--the way that sound processes and shapes the present-day conversation, and the way all audio but the hidden wire drops away in one pivotal scene--but Hustlers has more than that. A club that *actually sounds like a  club* but is still audibly legible, constant shifting group dynamics organized by volume, and just the right levels for the near-constant needle drops.

3. 1917-in its bones, 1917 wants to be a horror movie more than it wants to be a war movie, and the sound mix is where this most obviously shines through. Consider the haunted emptiness of No Man's Land that segues into It's Only a Rat jump scares, then punctuated by some old-fashioned explosive chaos. I love how quiet this movie is (only really ramping up for its final battle scene). Consider one scene (vague so as to avoid spoilers) in which some sudden violence happens. When that violence happens, it's quiet and mundane, and the scene continues to sound quiet and mundane, despite the drama and desperation on screen--just like the in the real world, horrible things happen quickly and quietly.

2. The Nightingale-speaking of horrible things! The Nightingale is one continuous doomsday tapestry where you aren't the only thing screaming in the night--there's a whole world singing its sorrow songs to a inky black sky like a sponge. Trauma punctures the silence, but it's never really silence--if the bugs aren't screaming, the birds are, and if it's not them, it's everyone else.

1. The Lighthouse-no man is an island, but two men and a very mean bird certainly are. A soundscape that makes it all too easy to believe that anyone listening to this every day would go insane: all sea howls and guttural gales and that screaming foghorn that does not let up for even one minute for the entire movie.

Honorable mention: the sea sure is a scary place in Styx

Sound Editing
5. They Shall Not Grow Old-of the WWI sound triumphs in theaters this year, I've got to give the edge to Peter Jackson's docu-archive-chimera that recreated the soundscapes of hundreds of archive newsreels and silent film footage from the period in order to bring them to some kind of life.

4. Midsommar-for the wet, meaty slap, like the sound a seal make when it jumps into a boat, of the old man's exploding head alone, but also for the subtle moans of nature, the polite, confused swallowing of pubes, and the oh-so-satisfying primal crackle of roasting a bear suit.

3. Avengers: Endgame-I suppose at some point I've got to stop putting Avengers movies in this category, but who I am I to say no to those optimistic little time travel pops, the stentorian, city-sized rumble caused by every Marvel character in the known universe standing on top of each other, or the biblical scrape of Captain America's shield ripping apart?

2. Shadow-not entirely unlike Midsommar, this one gets in for some of its more delightful carnage sounds, like a baby helicopter careening through a city made out of overripe fruit. But there's still more to love--the inevitable clang of ridiculously sized glaive slamming into an umbrella made of knives, or the weaponized thrums of a gu zheng singing that sound characters make when they want to kill the person next to them.

1. The Lighthouse-a bevy of curséd pots, bells, sea stars, effervescent fuckable light bulbs, old man farts, and slimy rocks are dropped into Poseidon's whirling anus and they all rattle about until they can tear themselves apart.

Honorable mention: someone please be proud of me for finally not default-nominating the Star Wars movie in this category every year. ...But I'm still giving Star Wars: Episode IX - The Rise of Skywalker, because I have an addiction, and the first step is admitting I'm powerless and that my sound editing preferences have become unmanageable.

Original Song
5. "Into the Unknown"-Frozen 2-be forewarned, this category is fairly sparse (at least from the movies I've seen), so gird your loins for a whole bunch of Frozen 2, whose soundtrack, while not as good as the original, still might not deserve the drubbing it got. Who doesn't get at least a little amped listening Elsa singing about driving her car off a cliff or whatever?

4. "Lost in the Woods"-Frozen 2-Look, I love this deeply stupid 80s power ballad parody, and you can't stop me. Jonathan Groff gets his big Disney moment, backed up by a choir of singing reindeer while he does his best REO Speedwagon impression. How could I not want that?

3. "Stand Up"-Harriet-I didn't totally love the movie, but whoo boy can Cynthia Erivo sing, and this song smartly lets her do just that. A rousing and gorgeous send-off for the movie.

2. "Willow"-High Life-Robert Pattinson should be required by law to sing an end credits song for every movie he's in, and that's the objective true. That's science. High Life is a fairly bonkers movie, and by the time you hit the end credits, RPatz singing about centipedes feels as right as anything could. In all seriousness, this is a lovely and lilting song, and I've listened to it more than I have almost any other movie song from 2019.

1. "Show Yourself"-Frozen 2-I'm sorry, what else did you expect? One of my favorite scenes of the year, a massive, to-the-skies roar that absolutely titillated the closeted baby gay in my past.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=md7dK5-qvHc (Note: this link is the lyric video, but if you want the scene, I link to it in the first Best of the Year post.)

Honorable mention: what a missed opportunity it was that the Academy didn't nominate "A Glass of Soju" so we could see them frantically try to stage a Parasite music number.

SUPER honorable mention: the best movie song of the year, without a doubt, objectively, is "Glasgow" from Wild Rose. It's a stone-cold banger and a huge emotional piece--it can make me vaguely teary, and I haven't even seen the movie. But, tragically, my rules keep me from nominating something from a movie that I haven't seen. So know that had I not been lazy and seen Wild Rose, it would absolutely be at the top of this list. At any rate, give it a listen yourself--I've listened to it more than any other movie song this year. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E-l-Ly0ly4M


Well, that's the end of the lists for the year, believe it or not (and I definitely can believe it, given the work I've put off/the time I've put in/the hurt in my stupid, aging hands). I'll be back before the Oscars to post some final predictions, but this is (for me, at least) just about the end of the 2019 cinematic year! Come Sunday it's New Years Oscar eve, and then I can finally get with the rest of the world and acknowledge that we're supposed to be living in 2020. 

For those playing along at home, here are the movies that showed up most frequently in the lists:

The Lighthouse-8
Midsommar-7
Little Women-7
Parasite-6
Hustlers-6

As for wins, One Cut of The Dead won each of the two categories for which it was nominated (Picture and Original Screenplay), but three other movies also won two each: Parasite (Production Design, Film Editing), The Last Black Man in San Francisco (Cinematography, Original Score), and The Lighthouse (Sound Mixing, Sound Editing). 

And that's that! Here's to a wonderful year of movies, and here's hoping for another one that's just as good! If, somehow, you're still reading, and have been reading, thanks so much! I do love the support, even if I write these just for the sake of writing them, and even if I constantly berate you in text for having the gall to sit down and read these things.

Tuesday, February 4, 2020

Best of 2019, part 2: acting, directing, screenplays



It is a truth universally acknowledged that a person who cannot wait to spend 1000 words losing their mind about how the squashy melon sounds in Shadow and how makeup effects in Midsommar are essential to the survival of the human race is also someone who will struggle to find the words about why they liked watching Laura Dern in Marriage Story ('did you see her face? It moved! A lot! But then sometimes it didn't!'). For whatever reason, I'm always at a loss for words when it comes to writing about acting, writing, and directing--all the things that seem to loom largest when we watch movies. So if you're excited to hear my wax poetic about why Midsommar's triangles will save (or murder) us all, gird your loins, because that is definitely coming tomorrow or Thursday (depending on actual real world responsibilities). But today will be a bit of a reprieve from the crushing length of yesterday's nightmare post and the unseemly girth of craft category awards coming afterward. Instead of breaking down five entries for each category, this post (which, after three years running, is less an exciting new format and more just what I do now), will simply present my top five, followed by some brief category. Rejoice! For this post will only take an hour of my time and ten minutes of yours, rather than eon and a half that crept gently into that good night for yesterday's list blitz. The format works, and I'm sticking with it.

Alright, let's go: I've queued up the Last Black Man in San Francisco soundtrack (which whoo boy will we talk about that next time) and I'm ready for all my (and your) dreams to come true.
Note: I've scattered a few youtube clips throughout. No rhyme or reason as to which--just whatever I felt like going to find.


Best Actress
5. Florence Pugh-Midsommar
4. Awkwafina-The Farewell
3. Saoirse Ronan-Little Women
2. Scarlet Johansson-Marriage Story
1. Lupita Nyong'o-Us

Honorable mention: Renee Zellweger-Judy

Some great stuff here--Florence Pugh's dead eyes resolving into some kind of malevolent belonging, Awkwafina's constant subtlety and silence punctuated by brief big moments, and Saoirse Ronan (aka The Best Face in All Cinema) channeling emotion like a goddamn satellite. ScarJo is a great candidate for the win here, making good on the promise she made in 2003 with the Lost in Translation/Girl with a Pearl Earring double feature, bottling everything that's interesting about her on-screen presence and letting it hide and then find itself in Marriage Story. But the only  real choice here is Nyong'o, who probably gives my favorite performance of the whole year--her dual role is by turns vulnerable and furious, a deeply physical, rusted metal convulsion. Champion work. (Seriously, watch this and just try not to get chills.)

Actor
5. Leonardo Dicaprio-Once Upon a Time in Hollywood
4. Robert Pattinson-The Lighthouse
3. Willem Dafoe-The Lighthouse
2. Antonio Banderas-Pain and Glory
1. Adam Driver-Marriage Story

Honorable mention: Carloto Cotta-Diamantino

Special shout-outs to Dicaprio, who, after years of doing his best to make me sick of him, remembered that it's ok to have fun every now and again, and to the Lighthouse boys--I don't want to live in a world where we don't have Dafoe's "why'd ya spill yer beans" echoing in my head, or one without R Patz's wild-eyed dancing. Still, this comes down to the top two, who are neck and neck. It's almost impossible not to give it to Antonio Banderas' career-topping, uh, pain and glory, but I ultimately had to Adam Driver, if only for the way he says 'but I'll never be his father again' and then tries to paint over it.

Supporting Actress
5. Julieta Serrano-Pain and Glory
4. Idina Menzel-Uncut Gems
3. Laura Dern-Marriage Story
2. Zhao Shuzhen-The Farewell
1. Jennifer Lopez-Hustlers

Honorable mention: Florence Pugh-Little Women

With apologies to Florence Pugh (who is absolutely stellar, by the way), but these women feel like the right five. Pain and Glory sounds like the Antonio Banderas show, but it doesn't work without the supporting cast, including Serrano's brittle and vaguely dismissive mother. And I've already talked about how Idina Menzel is giving maybe the funniest performance of 2019, but it doesn't hurt to remind everyone that she is a legend (as well as her co-star Julia Fox), and there's no reason why the boys need to take all the Uncut Gems oxygen. Dern and Shuzhen are each spectacular in their own ways (be it Dern's grabby little sandwich hands or her casual dressing down of Judeo-Christian gender roles or Zhao's calisthenics and weary side-eye). But come on, like we weren't going to give Ramona, designer of her own denim swimwear line, business entrepreneur, mother of fur coats, and crime artiste extraordinaire this spot? This is a massive star performance, full of heart and range and staggering physical skill, and it's an absolute embarrassment that the Oscars passed over this.

Supporting Actor
5. Wesley Snipes-Dolemite is My Name
4. Song Kang-Ho-Parasite
3. Tom Hanks-A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood
2. Joe Pesci-The Irishman
1. Brad Pitt-Once Upon a Time in Hollywood

Honorable mention: Asier Etxeandia-Pain and Glory

Wesley Snipes' character storming off set, fake intestines trailing in the wind, is the energy I'm striving to bring into 2020. I could also strive for Song Kang-Ho's dogged no-plan-is-the-best-plan realness (though it wouldn't end great for any of us). I could aim for the same kind of inscrutable kindness and two-way mirror connection that Hanks gets in A Beautiful Day...., and it'd probably be great for teaching, if not for real life. Heck, I could even try and be Joe Pesci, constantly reining it in, working to always be quieter and smaller. But I'm gonna have to go ahead and be Brad Pitt--the only guy in the room who knows exactly who he is, and what that means.

Director
5. Lorena Scafaria-Hustlers
4. Ari Aster-Midsommar
3. Mati Diop-Atlantics
2. Greta Gerwig-Little Women
1. Nadav Lapid-Synonyms

Honorable mention: Lulu Wang-The Farewell

Excruciatingly difficult category to narrow down this year, with seven different people all vying for the fifth slot, but ultimately Scafaria's sure hand and deft balancing of Hustlers' myriad tones won out (over Wang, as well as Bong Joon-Ho/Parasite, Robert Eggers/The Lighthouse, and Marielle Heller/A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood, among others). Aster makes it for a similar feat, keeping Midsommar as simultaneously hideous and funny as it is. Any of the top three could have won, and I *almost* gave it to Gerwig, but I had to go with Lapid and Synonyms, a movie that moves and feels like it has angels trapped beneath its skin, and can only exorcise them by rushing forward.

Original Screenplay
5. Marriage Story
4. The Lighthouse
3. Parasite
2. Synonyms
1. One Cut of the Dead

Honorable mention: Knives Out

Interesting (if fairly dour) variety here, with Marriage Story's Bergman in LA riff rubbing shoulders with the arch high poetry and skulduggery of The Lighthouse and Parasite's architectural schemes and haunted basement reveries. Synonyms almost eked out the win here, given how its fascination with language collides with its brazen and bonkers storytelling, but I've had to give the edge to One Cut of the Dead for its punishingly funny script that always finds a new way to fold in onto itself.

Adapted Screenplay
5. The Irishman
4. Transit
3. A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood
2. Hustlers
1. Little Women

Honorable mention: Avengers: Endgame

A weirdly sparse category this year that makes room for a movie I liked but didn't love (The Irishman). Transit's beautiful framing of its characters by preserving its literary origins (seemingly against its characters' will) but changing the chronology earns a spot here, as does A Beautiful Day...'s gorgeous deconstructions of the biopic. Hustlers would be a worthy winner here, weaving a Shakespearean epic of rising and falling fates through a g-string. But Little Women is the right choice here, as Gerwig's script reinvents the novel, adds Alcott's own words and correspondence as dialogue, and opens the narrative for a humanist approach that gives everyone the heart they deserve.


And now we're done again! There's still one more big post more (coming tomorrow or Wednesday, depending), as well as a summary post and final Oscar predictions by the end of the week. So fear not--if you were concerned you wouldn't get enough of my movie ramblings, you can rest assured that I am intent on delivering you more than you will ever need.

Monday, February 3, 2020

Best of 2019, part 1: Top 20


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Like almost everything else this past year, we're going to have to begin a little wonky. Up is down! Left is right! It's 73 degrees in February, Jennifer Lopez isn't nominated for an Oscar, and everything is fine and everything is terrible and who among us can tell when one becomes the other? Like time, space, and the concept of justice, my movie year (and the exhaustive lists that follow it) is just a bit sideways right now. If I were to follow the conventions that have guided my grad school years, I would have to start this post by talking about how (comparatively) few movies I made time to see this year, I would think some thoughts about how the thing you do for money--even if you love doing it--tends to cannibalize the things you do for joy, and then I'd vaguely gesture toward allowing the joy things to re-colonize the space from which grad school so thoughtlessly cast them.

But hey, guess what? This year, I'm sitting pretty on 85 movies. This isn't a press-time record (my book-keeping gets spottier the further you go back, but I'm reasonably sure I hit hit 90 movies in 2013 before the Oscars), and it's certainly not an all-year record (both 2011 and 2013 have got around 100 movies from that calendar year to their name), but it's a damn sight better than I've done in half a decade. I've no idea what I did to reclaim my time/the movies this year, but I made it work much better than I have since I was an undergrad. (The secret ingredient, it turns out, is watching a movie whenever you know you should be working on your dissertation.)

So where's the problem? I've got far more raw material than, say, 2016, when I somehow managed to dredge up a top 20 with honorable mentions having only seen 50 movies. The problem, dear reader(s), is that, for lack of a better phrase, I'm pooped. Maybe it's because, though I love the movies that came out this year, none of them swept me off my feet and declared themselves as inevitable, which means that I have no idea what my favorite movie of the year is, nor will I once I've written this list to its end. Maybe it's partly due to Letterboxd--these lists were once a precious, yearly phenomenon, in which everything I wanted to say about movies had to condense and erupt in one wild-eyed, week-long bout of frantic keyboard percussion. But now that Letterboxd is a thing, I'm jotting down my thoughts about movies every week. And maybe it's just that the entire structure of my life right now is [need to write a thing ------>choose not to write that thing.] But for whatever combination of reasons, I very strongly considered just not doing these lists--posting a top 25 to Letterboxd, calling it good, and getting back to what I really wanted to do (crying to youtube videos about Lord of the Rings).

But no--no way in hell am I going to break this 15 year tradition because I need more time to weep into my pillow while Merry and Pippin montage past my bleary eyes! Every other year, I'd be monologuing about saving the movies in my life, but this year I need to work on saving my passion. Dissertations are writhing, unholy and nebulous things, whose casual disregard for chronology and physics is truly staggering, but that doesn't mean every other part of my life needs to do the same. So my resolution this year isn't to watch more movies--it's to do more things with joy. So here I go!

As I mentioned earlier, I absolutely fecking love the cinematic year that was 2019. I know the consensus was that it was an off year, but what is anyone even seeing? I don't even know how to order my top 20. Hell, I just re-wrote the top 10 on the fly, changed 4 of the 5 movies in the top 5, and it all seems completely fine. There's such depth and variety here--if you couldn't find something to watch in 2019, you weren't looking very hard.

If you're new here (which is a ridiculous idea, because it implies that you are here to begin with, which is a terrible choice on your part), here's how the format works. I'll rattle off my top 20, while doing my very best to not to throw brevity down the stairs (even though he's waiting for me so politely and looks ever so throwable). I've got a self-imposed two-sentence limit to each entry, because a) I am old, and can only type for so long without my hands falling to pieces, b) I will at least pretend to respect your time, if not my own, and c) there are only so many adverbs to use before I run out. But we'll see how all that goes. After that, if, for some reason, you need to sacrifice more of your precious minutes to this (and you only have so many!), I will politely offer some thoughts on the best scenes of the year, and the worst movies, for your masochistic viewing pleasure.

In interest of transparency, here's a list of all the movies I saw this year. Normally, I'd mention something here about distributors keeping the smaller and/or international (...er) films from the middle of the country, but honestly this year had us pretty well covered. So while there are a couple notable glaring exceptions (looking at you, Portrait of a Lady on Fire), most of big holes in my viewing this year came from time issues/laziness (sorry, The Souvenir, Clemency, Les Miserables, Diane, Invisible Life, Asako 1 and 2).

1917, Ad Astra, Atlantics, American Factory, Avengers: Endgame, A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood, Bombshell, Booksmart, Captain Marvel, Cats, Climax, Consequences, Dark Phoenix, Dear Ex, Detective Pikachu, Diamantino, Dolemite is My Name, Downton Abbey, The Farewell, Ford v Ferrari, Frozen 2, Giant Little Ones, Glass, Godzilla: King of the Monsters, The Great Hack, Harriet, A Hidden Life, High Life, Honeyland, How to Train Your Dragon: The Hidden World, Hustlers, I Lost My Body, The Irishman, Isn't It Romantic, It Chapter Two, Jawline, Jojo Rabbit, Joker, Judy, Klaus, Knife+Heart, Knives Out, The Last Black Man in San Francisco, Last Christmas, The Lego Movie 2: The Second Part, The Lighthouse, The Lion King, Little, Little Monsters, Little Women, Ma, Maleficent: Mistress of Evil, Marriage Story, Midsommar, Midway, Missing Link, Monos, The Mustange, The Nightingale, Once Upon a Time in Hollywood, One Child Nation, One Cut of the Dead, Pain and Glory, Parasite, Rafiki, The Red Sea Diving Resort, Ready or Not, Rocketman, Sauvage, Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, Shadow, Shazam!, Sorry Angel, Spider-Man: Far from Home, Star Wars: Episode IX - The Rise of Skywalker, Styx, Synonyms, They Shall Not Grow Old, Tigers are Not Afraid, Toy Story 4, Transit, The Two Popes, Uncut Gems, Us, Waves

Alright, without further ado (it's already been adone), let's jump in!


Honorable mentions: though they didn't make the cut, I'm grateful for grand and gory silliness of Shadow, the tenderness and brutality of Sauvage, and those wacky wacky Doppelgänger in Us.


(Spoiler alert: a piece of these here and there might be stolen from my letterboxd review, because either a) I liked what I wrote there and thought it would add something here or b) was being super lazy.)

20. Diamantino (dir. Gabriel Abrantes, Daniel Schmidt)
So difficult to sum up all the things that are great about this Playskool My First Fascist Takeover, all of its truly bonkers ideas (cloning! gender-bending refugees! giant hallucinatory puppies!) coalescing as a Big Dumb Fascist Face on a throw pillow. Major points for Carloto Cotta's deeply stupid and intensely committed performance (which you can see in this wild trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=biyvbS9WdiU).
(streaming on the Criterion channel, rentable on amazon)

19. Transit (dir. Christian Petzold)
Another take on the world's slide into fascism, Petzold updates the Anna Seghers wartime novel to fit a world in which time no longer moves like it's supposed to. Voice-over locks the characters into their own actions, removing their agency and their status as protagonists even as they go about their lives: everything is watching, or being watched, and the act of storytelling is always uglier than it seems.
(streaming on Prime video, also rentable on amazon)

18. 1917 (dir. Sam Mendes)
Throwing a sentimental bone to teenage me, who was very passionate about Movies About Sensitive Men Trying Very Hard in Insensitive Places, of which 1917 is a great example. Points for the first act's horror bones, points for the second act that flips a switch and becomes a different, more beautiful, more urgent movie, and points for the whole film, that consistently obfuscates our need for scale, resolution, and meaning.
(in theaters now)

17. Knives Out (dir. Rian Johnson)
Is this the best thing to happen to the Whodunit genre in a decade or two? Furious, funny, and fascinated--a wiggly slithering thing that doesn't settle into its real motives until the very last minutes.
(in theaters)

16. Once Upon a Time in Hollywood (dir. Quentin Tarantino)
I'm still extremely not sold on the ending's violence (specifically, the way the movie thinks it's giving us a real treat), but most of what comes before it is lovely. It's masturbatory nostalgia, sure, but it's also an elegiac ramble from an artist who's no longer convinced that the world needs what he knows how to give.
(rentable on amazon)

15. Uncut Gems (dir. The Safdie Brothers)
Deeply stressful, and more than a little grating, but the Safdies' unrelenting symphony of gleeful bad choices won me over with its sheer ballsiness. Everyone talked about Adam Sandler, but we should all be talking about Idina Menzel's titanic high-heel parking lot shuffle.
(not available right now)

(I should say that, though we're only six in, you can imagine that everything I write from here on in is accompanied by increasingly high-pitched squealing.)

14. Sorry Angel (dir. Christophe Honoré)
A perfect, effortlessly modulated piece, the kind of movie I could have spent another 10 hours watching (how is this not in my top 10?). Honoré's delicate look at love on the margins, and all the stupid, tiny sacrifices people make just do make them, made me swoon, then cry, then swoon a little more.
(rentable on amazon)

13. Synonyms (dir. Nadav Lapid)
Things that are important: words, dicks, homoerotic tension, humming really loudly on the subway, Lebanese porn actresses, rivers, being a big strong man, national anthems, bad pasta, and buttholes. No movie I've ever seen moves, speaks, or thinks quite like Synonyms, a grenade strapped to a thesaurus and thrown onto a crowded street--shame that the last third works hard to throw out just a little bit too much of its boldness.
(rentable on amazon)

12. Booksmart (dir. Olivia Wilde)
God PLEASE give me more comedies, or movies in general, that take friendships between women (teenagers!) as seriously as this one does, with all the heart and nuance and genuine feeling that this one displays--while still being one of the funniest movies of the year. Beanie Feldstein and Kathryn Dever are great, obviously, but talk about an ensemble--everybody gets their big silly moment to shine.
(streaming on hulu, rentable on amazon)

11. Hustlers (dir. Lorene Scafaria)
A totally perfect thing--incisive in its portrayal of (potentially toxic) friendships, clear-eyed in its depiction of dancing and sex work, and probably the best fiction film ever made about the 2008 financial crisis. A beautifully balanced wonder that's funny, thrilling, upsetting, and sad in equal measure--and again, how is this not in my top 10?
(rentable on amazon)

10. Pain and Glory (dir. Pedro Almodovar)
Tender and lush, like dreaming about the ocean--it's so wonderful to see Almodovar working in his upper registers, because who can compete with him when he's doing his best? Pain and Glory is as rich and deeply felt as anything from the Pedro canon, with Antonio Banderas giving a career-best performance.
(rentable on amazon)

9. Parasite (dir. Bong Joon-Ho)
Somehow it feels like heresy to have something so universally regarded as low as #9, but here we are. And it should be universally regarded--no one can deny the dizzying craft it takes to keep a story this perilous moving as it trundles forwards on its spun glass stilts. The lion's share of praise has gone to the film's breathless and labyrinthine plot, its wire-tight editing, its nightmare homes and gardens design, and above all the direction, but I've got to single out the cast--the best ensemble of 2019, called on to play entire worlds without giving up their own games.
(rentable on amazon)

(And here I go, throwing brevity down the stairs! Eat shit brevity, I've got things to say. Go wait at the bottom of the stairs with all the other useless concepts like objective truth and balance.)

8. Marriage Story (dir. Noah Baumbach)
It's somewhat passé at this point to talk about this movie and balance, the way Marriage Story is more accurately called Marriage Stories, how the film sways in the wind between its two protagonists, both taking more and giving less than either would admit or believe. Everyone is dynamite here, though I might give the slight advantage to Johansson, or maybe Merritt Weaver, who feels like she's been teleported in from I Love Lucy but in exactly the right way. I laughed, I cried, Laura Dern acted like a sandwich lobster, and I got to see Julie Hagerty again (something that doesn't happen nearly enough)--what more does anyone need?
(streaming on netflix)

7. The Lighthouse (dir. David Eggers)
The kind of movie you need to go to church after--an extremely funny dark comedy until it's very suddenly not funny at all. This gay romp through the mist about lighthouse keepers and the lighthouses/mermaids they want to doink surprised me with its melodramatic wit (has there ever been a funnier aggrieved speech in all of cinema than Willem Dafoe's mid-movie curse because Robert Pattinson doesn't like his cooking, or a better response than '...fine, have it your way"?), and, it must be said, its filthy sexiness (R Patz is apparently at the absolute height of his charisma and power whilst covered in sweat and dirt, furiously masturbating to realistically rendered shark vulvas). Whatever it does--comedy, sex, mind-bending dreams, toxic bdsm friendships, seagull murder--it does with singular ferocity. I think we all wouldn't mind living an eternity chained to this movie's wall while seabirds eat our organs.
(rentable on amazon)

6. A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood (dir. Marielle Heller)
Leave it to Marielle Heller to take a deadly dull genre (the biopic) and refashion it into a communal therapy session in which the audience is actively invited to participate in the protagonist's own healing process. Only a terribly brave movie could have Tom Hanks reprise Mr. Rogers' famous 'let's take one whole minute to think about the people who are special to us' moment, and then have him look directly at the camera while the film pauses for a full minute. It's sheer insanity, and it's brilliant. This movie ripped me into little pieces, hinting at the kind of catharsis we all want to want, the kind that's beautiful to imagine, but a little fleeting and out of reach. Maybe the best ending of the year? In which everything we've seen--all of our desires to put Mr. Rogers on a pedestal--get dashed in one angry fist to the piano.
(not available yet)

5. Atlantics (dir. Mati Diop)
A phenomenal announcement from a debut filmmaker: whole worlds pushed against and through each other, resonating with the not-spark of stories that happen because they have to. Fascinated by the way the ocean looks this way--ugly, flat, unknowable, a listless, dull-eyed void standing between Now and Sometimes, or maybe Never. Such a beautiful and haunting movie, everything said in charred bed-sheets and broken handcuff chains and the eyes in the sea. There's passion and horror here, everything obstructed in gray lace and humidity.
(streaming on netflix)

4. The Farewell (dir. Lulu Wang)
One of the quietest, most understated (and underrated) movies of the year--a tapestry of all the quiet hurts people carry with them because they have to, or because they want to, or because any other choice just seems hollow. I'm astounded by the movie's ability to evoke character, everyone on the screen inferring a vast and unspoken life beyond the margins. Wang's framing is immaculate, as is her sense for knowing exactly what we need to see, and when. Everything exists together, jubilant contradictions jostling for attention. Think of the 'wedding' scene, that casually leapfrogs from comedy karaoke to farewell speeches to dizzy drinking games without breaking a sweat, which is how things are--everything just happens, and there's nothing to do but 'ha' it out the next morning.
(rentable on amazon)

3. Midsommar (dir. Ari Aster)
A ragged yawp to the sky, which doesn't give a shit about you, but, why not, will go ahead and yawp back. Ari Aster's peon to madness (or, I suppose, the deep and horrible sanity that comes from everything going insane) doesn't hold its punches--it's almost three hours of well-lit brutality, culminating in one of the most weirdly cathartic ritual murders I've ever seen. Midsommar is about release, whatever and however we find it. It doesn't hurt that said release is facilitated by the most undersung crafts of the year (those horrible folk paintings in the lodge! the may queen dress! that charming bear suit!), nor does it hurt that Aster is always quick to leaven the strangeness with humor. ("...I think I ate her pube," says one character, on being confronted with a very bizarre circumstance. "That sounds probably right," they reply, taking everything in stride.) It's beautiful, it's ugly, it's horrific, it's delightful, and it wants you to experience all of those at once. Plus it's a horror movie about grad students picking their dissertation projects, which, how is that only now in 2019 the subject of a horror movie?
(streaming on prime, rentable on amazon)

2. Little Women (dir. Greta Gerwig)
I wish everything in life were this gentle, generous, and warmly observed. Gerwig's primary conceit--ordering the film so that we see both younger and older characters at the same time--pays off in spades, giving the smallest and largest things the (littlest) women experience weight because we get to watch how they pay off years from now. This, inevitably, makes for a more melancholy and reflective Little Women than we tend to get--which is never a bad thing when you have Saoirse Ronan, aka The Best Face in All Cinema, to anchor your movie. But the whole cast gets to shine, as the film finds the time to care intimately about all of these people and their dreams, their lives--every March sister, their parents, their lovers, hell, even poor Chris Cooper across the way who just wants to be sad and cry on the stairs while listening to the piano. I can't even express how much I love the time this movie takes and the respect and kindness it affords every one of our characters. We need more things and people that are willing to look at everyone with a generous heart.
(in theaters)

1. One Cut of the Dead (dir. Shin'ichiro Ueda)
I know, this might surprise you, and honestly, it surprises me a little too. In a year as robust and fantastic as this one, how is it that the movie that takes the cake is the micro-budget horror comedy that got made because its cast and crew took a filmmaking seminar together and needed a final project? Well, that's how it is. Like I said, this is one of those infrequent years where I could never be sure what my favorite movie was (I still can't pick a winner from 2016), and this answer will probably change every time I'm asked. Maybe I picked this one because I simply had the most fun with it--and I did laugh at this movie harder than I have in...years? I'm honestly not sure when a movie last made me laugh this much. But just calling it 'the most fun' does a massive disservice to a hugely accomplished movie. I don't want to spoil too much, because much of the fun is watching a movie unfold that never wants to let you pin it down. But it is, among other things, a self-aware send-up of B movies, a flashy technical exercise (the first 34 minutes are one uninterrupted take, which soon-to-be Oscar winner 1917 only pretends to do), a mid-life crisis dramedy, and above all, a celebration of rolling up your sleeves and just making something, no matter what it is. And maybe that's what I want most this year--something warm and silly and clever that believes unfailingly in the power of making and doing and creating. Not that art is a magical solution for every problem, per se, but that the act of doing it is one of the most powerful tools we have for gleefully refuting the limitations that the world wants for us. And all of this folded up as love letter to trashy horror movies! It's like someone read my dream diary and then made the thing I didn't let myself want.
(streaming on shudder, rentable on amazon)


Well look at us go! I've only been working on this intermittently for ... 3-ish hours! If you've got more in you (and I can't imagine why you would, but perhaps you, like me, are committed to doing the worst thing whenever possible), I'm going to take a moment to catch my breath, and then jump into the best scenes and worst movies of the year.

(I'll try to link to the best scenes on YouTube, but no promises.)

10. Rebel Wilson, the Singing Nightmare Cat-Cats
Ok, so maybe 'best' is a big word here, but I couldn't let the day pass without talking a little bit about the horrendous nightmare phantasmagoria that is Cats. It's not best as in good, but best as in 'this is a movie you will never forget, despite your best efforts.' Just looking up clips for this movie made my brain reject its reality anew. And what better way to represent that horrific reality than the scene in which a digitally befurred Rebel Wilson eats little cockroach ladies and then unzips her own skin?
(Here's a taste (heh) of the whole scene: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7Uei5Qk9RM)

9. Would You Like to Dance?-Little Women
It's tough to distill all of this movie's charm and grace and warmth into one moment (and the movie itself kind of resists a 'one scene' category), but this scene of Jo and Laurie giddily courting each other at a dance made me grin from ear to ear, and still does.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9x79u230bFU

8. Opening Dance-Climax
It may be deeply flawed in many ways, but Gaspar Noé's Climax is nothing if not bold, and it lets us know that right from the bat, dropping us into an mind-boggling extended dance number in which a bevy of context-less bodies do their best to contort, disjoint, and appear unreal.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hwkacrln26o

7. Being Alive-Marriage Story
Who knows how powerful it is out of context, but as one of the emotional crescendos of the movie, Adam Driver's low-key and blearily felt rendition of Sondheim's 'Being Alive' is a knock-out.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWengrlMpok

6. 'Show Yourself'-Frozen 2
I am such a sucker for Disney ballads every year. But how could I possibly turn down this gorgeously animated, to-the-rafters wail of self-discovery that melodramatic gay teens will be playing during their coming out for years to come? Shit always gets real when Elsa sings so hard she gets a costume change, and we're all powerless before it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aiQbDk5V2yU (note: Frozen 2 spoilers abound if you haven't seen it yet)

5. Communal Crying-Midsommar
Our shell-shocked protagonist gets some .... bad news, and loses it. Then, in an unsettling but bizarrely empowering moment, the women of the cult community around her cry in rhythm with her, helping her confront her feelings by being them. It's wild stuff.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTjxym-VpfQ (there are kind of spoilers, but it's all vague enough that you could watch it without knowing what's actually happening)

4. Enter Ramona-Hustlers
A star turn for the ages, and one hell of a character intro. Jennifer Lopez's introductory dance tells us everything we need to know about her, the world she lives in, and the world our main character doesn't.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJwYeAPH1Mg

3. Avengers...Assemble-Avengers: Endgame
(Avengers spoilers ahead) Look, I hate myself for this just as you hate me for having it here, but I am who I am, and who I am is ultimately a child who was *very* excited to watch all of his toys play together at the same time. But really--all I've ever wanted out of the comic movie craze was *one* scene that reminded me of The Death of Superman, in which the entire DC universe is all one page, the clarity and spectacle and weight of every possible narrative folding themselves down to one. And Endgame gave me that. So even though Disney is destroying the film industry as we know it, I've got to be grateful for this, at least.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBe3H8TCw5Q

2. Night Run-1917
1917 is probably overpraised by this point (boy is it not a movie that is going to wear the best picture winner mantle well), but credit where credit is due. When George MacKay wakes up to discover a Hieronymus Bosch fever dream waiting for him, all fire and brimstone and shifting shadows, we get one of the most jaw-dropping visual sequences of the year. (To quote a colleague/fellow movie lover: 'my eyes shot right out the back of my head.')
(Not on youtube yet, as it's still in theaters, but these two clips give a vague idea of some of the aesthetics at work: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wlbJZQQJ528 and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jlqa_GCFfqE

1. A Minute of Silence-A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood
Could it be anything else but this, a daring formal move and an emotional wallop all in one? Funny, just two days before I saw this movie, I taught Die Mörder sind unter uns in class, and we talked about how movies generally aren't brave enough to be silent. And then this came along! A whole minute of quiet, directly addressed to the viewer, in which we're all invited to spend a little time thinking together. The moment of the year, and I can only hope that 2020 will also have a minute as bold and beautiful as this one.
(Not on youtube either, but around 3.14 of this video talks about the scene briefly and shows a quick clip: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0f18gDPOiEc)


And finally, the worst movies of the year! It's never great to dwell in negativity, and I do want these to be a celebration, but there's always a terrible and freeing pleasure in burning the proverbial bear costume. And don't worry, dear reader, because I am silly with bear costumes and am ready to torch them all.

5. Joker
I really did think about not having this on here, thinking that surely the ambition on display would place it above other, less accomplished movies. But nope, in the end that's what killed it. The worst thing about Joker is not that is so profoundly derivative of The King of Comedy (which is more or less the same movie) and Taxi Driver (for the aesthetic and edge), it's not that the way it treats women is hideous (though it is), or that it exploits discussions of mental illness (and equates them in the final monologue to how hard it is to be a white comedian who gets told what's funny and what isn't), and it's not even that the central ideologies are totally hollow, or don't even exist. The worst thing about Joker is that Joker is so goddamn convinced that it's a great movie. So instead of throwing something like Red Sea Diving Resort or Isn't it Romantic or Glass--all movies that are worse, at least cinematically--I've got Joker here because of how proud it is of itself, how much it believes in its own size.

4. Dark Phoenix
I've seen every X-men movie in theaters, but at what cost? A total mess from beginning to ending, made by and for people who couldn't care less if the entire franchise fell into the sea.


Now this year I'm doing something a bit unorthodox, in that I've got a three-way tie for first place. And they are:

1. The Lion King/Star Wars: Episode IX - The Rise of Skywalker/Maleficent: Mistress of Evil
I thought about ranking these in degrees of horribleness, but why? They're all at the bottom for the same reason. Because they have no reason for being other than making money. Because the only guiding artistic principle was whatever would sate the lowest common denominator. Because all three are only interested in the viewers so much as their childhoods can monetized and sold back to them. Because all three represent the nadir of what filmmaking can be: something with all the personality--or less--of trading stocks. The only things that matter are the things that push the little numbers up or down. And this isn't the future I want. This is not why I fell in love with movies. And I'm frightened, I honestly am, that the Disney monopoly is eating everything in sight, that 8 out of 10 of the highest grossing movies of the year are Disney properties. It'd be scary even if they were putting every effort into making something other than a profit. But they're not, as demonstrated here. (Note: if you're rushing to the comments to assure me that all movies are made to make money--there's a difference between artists wanting to be paid for their art and content that is algorithmically produced to make a certain percentage.)
So I'm going to be an asshole and say this--if you're the kind of person who only goes to the theater for a Disney movie, then you're part of the problem. And it's not a matter of 'just let people enjoy what they enjoy,' because we're moving to a world where that doesn't happen. Hell, try going to a theater when Star Wars opens and see the variety you get (not to mention that Disney is forcing theaters to block-schedule its products, which means that fewer movies even get the chance to open).
And I'm part of the problem too. I always told myself that it was ok that I went to these movies in theaters, because I'm going to see everything else as well, but I'm not sure that's the case anymore. So I'll have to figure out if I can ethically see Disney movies in theaters--even if I love plenty of them, as evidenced by some of the things above. So we'll see.


Ok, that was obviously a very downer way to end the post, which is a shame, but Disney's got me legitimately spooked, and if you care about movies at all, you probably ought to be a little spooked as well. But that's enough of that! I'll be back tomorrow and the next day with more posts, but in the meantime: what did you think? What did I get wrong? What am I missing?